Plagiarized Love

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my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter

Bike Writer # 14 – Time, Don’t Waste it!

Time isn’t the main thing, it’s the only thing. – Miles Davis 

I’ll Just Be Here…

Tell me to turn and walk away
I’ll just try harder than I did today
Tell me to move on and completely forget
I’ll just think about you more every chance I get
Tell me you hate me and you no longer care
I’ll just know you’re still hurting and need more time to repair
Tell me I’ve banished from your broken little heart
I’ll just be here with the pieces until the day, we’re no longer apart

Unmark My Grave

night dark halloween horror

I don’t want a broken heart any more
take this blood that flows my veins
the air that fills my lungs
the laughter that made a smile
a soul that was never mine
life that I never asked for
God damn strike me down
Take me back
bury my existence
in an unmarked grave

you there?

person using smartphone

Two lonely words…
I’ve said them a few.
They always stare back,
when they’re meant for you.

Daddy’s Girl?

afterglow avian backlit birds

Let’s see, where should begin? For a couple of weeks, I haven’t been feeling the greatest. Hence, my most recent post and it’s morbid tone. Although, if I hadn’t posted what I did and the way I did, I wouldn’t be typing this to you all right now. I say this, because of the overwhelming support I received from it. I’ve got some pretty cool friends out there in the bloggerverse. They really came to my side, almost instantaneously let me add. I’m a very lucky guy.

Continue reading “Daddy’s Girl?”

Wilting Love

red withering rose at daytime

I held the prettiest flower this morning.
It reminded me of you.
Sadly, it too had been plucked from its roots.

Regret

regret2.jpegI punish for love,
you punish forever.

Heart Attack

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You broke my heart once more.
But, it’s OK.
At least it felt something.

Journal Entry # 133 – Big Sky, Small World

moon and stars

Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you and misses you; Because one day, you might wake up and realize. You lost the moon while counting the stars!